Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-05-04

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Draw. .hpa one. laddie Of her choice a.
n earthN parsdise; as for. herself she In
Stented ID resery the 5gti of ID ming a
: Ruperrs socEs-this little selfish gratitl
cation was one of the many bright antici
pations that refused 20 be dimmed by tn,
greater Eicries OF new toilets, dinhiy GU
y or summers AZ Newport = : - .
] What use 10 say ythat Rupert St .Ter
myn's relatives w0ndered-with high helC
I sriStocratic noses and xhfseled lips acurv,
lat the folly.of uplifting fiat littla- Mel
Vile girl to the throne that the lady of st
Jermyn was from timeinniefn6riaTk knowI
/ 10 occf,py? Eittie use, indeed. And al
! -Esteffe77 e Florence, two Arahellas and
threes MARKS of quite distinguished fam
lies languished, despsired, racked theil
tra.ns ami -gr1'w frantic over tffe news as
! the weeks rolled by and brought the wed
.dipg. day, 10 a Little bride graceful, and
happs, 70 an idolized bridegroom yalsc
! grateful and happy and to the dear jN
assemtacd guests IN altogether different
frames of mind, -5--L-.-- ..--. ~--,
And 50, after the ordeal Of the inQuisi-
\ tive garrirtict had beeIr safety run. the rife
~wssroyer and the carriage gained, Rupert
t-bent over ta where little head rested
upon his lread shQQldeJ.und called hsr-his
''own;" and Katy surely forgot that the
stiff white satin her new mother in law
had presented her with eouid 1ruruple, for
two shining white sleeves went up around
Rsperts reek ~ she whisIereia a happy
little syllable or two.
s.ktsta. yaa hold the kew to Rfv heart u
said ST Jermyn grayelS, quite forgetting
that there were tNo keys and That the one
he does not give her she will find before
many days.
= And before many days she sees a shin
ing corner of the key. The beautiful!
house is quiet at last. The corridors no
longer echo the forced laughter of an Es-
telle or an Arabella or any other whose
hearts are as yindctiye as their faces are
smiling upon the little bride. Sweet quiet
reigns; and now as St Jermyn is TO spend
one blissful evening alone with her she
brings out the blue satin lined wicker has
ket containing half dozen pairs Of very
new half hose, and, with "a sigh of genu-
inc happiness, proceeds to mark them
forthwith with shining strands of silken
floss
What are You trying to do;r asks St.
Jermyn. HE
Il am marking your socks, Rupert
one is so apt TO lose them in the laun-
dry 3. #1Ae eslE +. % .'.-
''One may be apt TO lose them: but not
Mrs. st. Jermyn, so long as there are
housekeepers or seamstr tresseS To do their
work Put il up, Kate, while | am by"
And the poor little basket is banished.
''Oh, Rupert. here is he dearest httie
song by Millard-open the piano for me
and will sing it for YOU"
'.Some other time, love; come. talk to
me-
There is low cushion between gaSlight
and freight, and here, book i'll hand,
Kate seats herself The drollest ar
ticle," said she, ''iust listen, dear
You do not care, then, 10 talk TO me-"
and Kate, looking up, catches her first
gleam of an ugly key that opens the
largest cell in ST. Jermyn's heart
The st. Jermyns are a proud people
and with the right kind of pride. And so
when the highly strung, sensitive youth
of the present house fell to thinking of
Kate, who lived down in anything but an
aristocratic neighborhoOd in anything but
a stylish residence, mater and pater took
counsel together, and, after some delibera-
ton decided TO bestow their benediCtions
and certain real estate upon the little
maid. .-.E r... ~.
Il know my son, said mater, "and /
feel assured that the child he loves will
give him less cause for jealousy than any
lady in our circle-and you know 10 what
great lengths Rupert's jealousy leads
himy'' .r- ..
ITO blind and unreasonable fury, my
dear, acquiesced poor old pater.
When katie's birthday came around
with the bright, faithful old sun that had
kissed her pretty pink cheeks for exactly
nineteen years, there are ever 50 many
presents grouped about her breakfast
plate. Nineteen links of gold, with
pearl in each link, from Pater st. Jermyn;
nineteen yards Of old point lace from
Mater St. Jermyn; q modest little volume
of poetry from school friends with nine
teen good wishes written upon the fly leaf
From under her monogramed breakfast
plate there peeps q little note from
Rupert: --------------
''As / cannot give You nineteen little
ponies and phaetons,' the little note runs,
please accept from me one of each
Blessed be this day. r. ST J.n j
What drives she takes TO be sure before
the month is out! Every school fellow
whose name is between the brown bind
ings Of her birthday book Is taken an air
ing. She knows it isn't Just what HOnOra
or Estelle or Arabells would do. for these
school friends are not of upper tendon by
any means; but her life is not run in their
marrow groves, and the dove colored folds
or silk sink comentedly down by the side
Of the brown delaine or checked gingham
as the blue ribboned parasoi whip urges
the pony out along the country roads
where the sweet, pure air can blow on the
city weary girls face beside her.
''Oh, how nice il is To be rich,'' cries
one girl, whom Kate is just now befriend-
ing. f.s.f. rE.sH.
-..Very nice" atf1rits Kate.
IF my poor brother could only ride out
poor Philip .
is Philip ailings" asks Kate, renem-
bering well the little fellow who not 20
many years ago was ever her champion at
school
''He is dyingr' and the girls sobs rob
the day Of its beauty. s---
b Not that!' cries Kate "Am Itoo late,
then, 10 be of use 10 hims"
. "Oh, no, dear; come tomorrow if the
day is fine, and neither viii csn you an
angel from heaven"
The next day is fine and the phaetoR is
brought to the door at 4 O'Clock.
Where goest thou, petite!,' asks st.
JerrHyn, lounging up the walk to where
fairy figure stands arrayed in a most be-
witching toilet. -
Il am going 30 drive, dear
''Alone; BY the way, love, do You think
the phaeton top will accommodate that
high crowned miracle Of d hat you wear'''
.'1f it doesn't the phaeton top must be
altered-the hat dare not be lowered one
inch-that is Nine. Chapeaus strict in
junction, y says Kate, answering the last
question first; "and lam not going alone"
Then am going with you|'
"No, sir, believe not" lazily drawing
on the elfish gloves.
''Who might it be then-a lady or gem
tleman,'' ~ .
"Unhitch Jetty and then III tell" and
when the black pony starts briskly Off
from the curbstone Kate turns and says,
~ hope he'll live to be gentleman
Poor St. Jernyni Out from its dark
cell crawls the demon Of jealousy glaring